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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By occasion of the Young Prince his happy birth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At this glad Triumph, when most Poets use <br>Their quill, I did not bridle up my Muse <br>For sloth or less devotion. I am one <br>That can well keep my Holy-dayes at home; <br>That can the blessings of my King and State <br>Better in pray'r then poems gratulate; <br>And in their fortunes bear a loyal part, <br>Though I no bone-fires light but in my heart. <br>Truth is, when I receiv'd the first report<br>Of a new Starre risen and seen at Court; <br>Though I felt joy enough to give a tongue <br>Unto a mute, yet duty strook me dumb: <br>And thus surpriz'd by rumour, at first sight <br>I held it some allegiance not to write. <br>For howere Children, unto those that look <br>Their pedigree in God's, not the Church book, <br>Fair pledges are of that eternitie <br>Which Christians possess not till they die; <br>Yet they appear view'd in that perspective <br>Through which we look on men long since alive, <br>Like succours in a Camp, sent to make good <br>Their place that last upon the watches stood. <br>So that in age, or fate, each following birth <br>Doth set the Parent so much neerer earth: <br>And by this Grammar we our heirs may call <br>The smiling Preface to our funerall. <br>This sadded my soft sense, to think that he <br>Who now makes Lawes, should by a bold decree <br>Be summon'd hence to make another room, <br>And change his Royal Palace for a tomb. <br>For none ere truly lov'd the present light, <br>But griev'd to see it rivall'd by the night: <br>And if't be sin to wish that light extinct, <br>Sorrow may make it treason but to think't. <br>I know each male-content or giddy man, <br>In his religion with the Persian, <br>Adores the rising Sun; and his false view <br>Best likes not what is best, but what is new. <br>O that we could these gangrenes so prevent <br>(For our own blessing and their punishment) <br>That all such might, who for wild changes thirst, <br>Rack't on a hopeless expectation, burst, <br>To see us fetter time, and by his stay <br>To a consistence fix the flying day; <br>And in a Solstice by our prayers made, <br>Rescue our Sun from death or envies shade. <br>But here we dally with fate, and in this <br>Stern Destiny mocks and controules our wish; <br>Informing us, if fathers should remain <br>For ever here, children were born in vain; <br>And we in vain were Christians, should we <br>In this world dream of perpetuitie. <br>Decay is natures Kalendar; nor can <br>It hurt the King to think he is a man; <br>Nor grieve, but comfort him, to hear us say <br>That his own children must his Scepter sway. <br>Why slack I then to contribute a vote <br>Large as the Kingdoms joy, free as my thought? <br>Long live the Prince, and in that title bear <br>The world long witness that the King is here: <br>May he grow up till all that good he reach <br>Which we can wish, or his Great Father teach: <br>Let him shine long a mark to Land and Mayn, <br>Like that bright Spark plac't neerest to Charles Wayn, <br>And like him lead successions golden Teame, <br>Which may possess the Brittish Diademe. <br>But in the mean space, let his Royal Sire, <br>Who warmes our hopes with true Promethean fire, <br>So long his course in time and glory run, <br>Till he estate his vertue on his son. <br>So in his Fathers dayes this happy One <br>Shall crowned be, yet not usurp the Throne; <br>And Charles reign still, since thus himself will be <br>Heir to himself through all Posteritie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+King">Henry King</a><div class=q>
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For sloth or less devotion. I am one 
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